Tectonic

 

There is a fault line in my earth.

A fault line that formed as I was emerging from the earth. The earth cracked and shifted as I crawled out of the ground. The water seeped into my groundwater and broke the innermost core of me. And plants grew in there. They used the water and they made me with the air and fire above. And I grew from there.

The fault line lay open for years. Unmoved. The whole of me grew above.

Then, the me above started to get heavier and heavier. And the ground was not strong enough to hold me. The fault line started shifting.

I became unbalanced. I noticed rumbling and quiet stirrings that moved me slightly. And before I knew it, an earthquake started and my whole foundation crumbled to the ground.

I fell onto the earth and I lay helpless.

Then the fault line continued to move, and shift, and bend, and fold, and ripples of mud and hay and fire and air and vegetation mixed together and enveloped me and held me and reassured me. And I took it, and had to stare at it in the face. I looked at it.

It was an ugly, deep, dark hole. A huge scar in the earth cleaving me in half. And I took it and I told it I didn’t want it any more.

I acknowledge you, chasm. But I don’t need you and I don’t want you to rule my foundation any more.

I took it and I gently turned it into malleable sand that seeped through the cracks and allowed water to enter and roots to start to enter the earth, and take new hold. New footholds and spikes in my new foundation. And this took a long time. This took years of slow growth. A millimetre at a time. And then I’d get it wrong, and I’d have to go back in and clip some of the shoots off and start again.

And only recently I have actually seen something stirring above ground. For so long I have tended the roots and nothing showed for it.

Then not long ago, a small shoot emerged. I looked at it and it was beautiful. It was me. I re-entered the earth and emerged unchanged, bur forever altered. For I am grounded back to my earth and my water, and I am the fire and the air and the excrement that formed me. For they are all beautiful molecules that make up what I am.

I am matter. I matter.

I can now focus on growing these shoots and I know now where the roots all are, so if I need to trim one of them, I can go back into the earth, dig a little and find the one I need to trim. Delicately and lovingly, for I know the fault line lies dormant, as it has settled back into the ground, and the more I trim and the more I do in there, the more it settles, a day at a time. It still quietly rumbles, and the small cracks that are still in there slowly fill with sand. And this will be forever. For the fault line is in me. But it is not me. It is my foundation  and my roots. I cannot deny it,  but I am settling it. I am filling it and quietening the earth that I came from.

My ground. Mine. My roots. My being. Me. I can see me.

Fair accummulation of debris

 

If I falter, if I fall.

If I should propofol my life.

Then be silent. For you are not the owner of this real estate.

The magic continues and dances in the dark behind midnight.

For the curtain is not drawn.

And the pain is finite.

There is clay in the recovery.

There is madness in the fold of the wings that will elevate this flight. For I shall never forget that the rescuer is me.

There is no solitary seagull that plagues my nightmares. There is only a reason. A season.

I am a soother. I am a rescuer. I am a fool.

For I am still a witness to that horror. I am still bound to old doctrines and rules.

Forever searching and never finding. For the wrong canal shall deliver rape.

I am not broken. I am damaged. And not beyond repair. I will just spend my whole life on this project.

And never find what I really want.

For my destiny is predetermined and passed down by generational trauma.

My purpose unfulfilled.

My happiness dependent on a covenant.

For this is a test. A test I hope to pass, but not before my heart is torn to pieces and I learn how to be in pain.

And yet still thrive. Fuck the pain.

For I am stronger than that pain. For I am stronger than even I suspect. For I have more love where all that came from.

Well maybe I will learn to bestow it on the worthy.

Maybe I will learn that flames burn.

Maybe I will learn that hurting me is the worst kind of pain.

I am no longer expendable.

I am no longer ok to be used.

I am no longer the one who should carry the shame.

For this is the way the dice fall.

For this is the way life ends.

I am a beacon of light.

I am a goddess of earth and light.

For I sublimate into the horizon

And submit to the demands.

I am free to soar.

I am free to dream.

I am free to cry and I am free to dream.

For I have been bitten in half and I have spent my life finding the demigod.

There is no divinity in despair.

There is no divinity in suicide.

There is no divinity in pain.

There is truth in purpose.

There is growth in the evidence.

There is strength in the pain.

For I shall not acquiesce to the bait that dangles,

And the control that’s spent.

For my love is pure and innocent,

For my love is deep as red clay.

I shall return to the earth. I shall become one with the dawn.

There is no pride in winning, for the sun will come up again.

And the hunger will continue,

For the journey is not done.

Let there be tomorrow, let There be a sunrise.

Because I am not even close to finished.

Even close to gone.

I will continue thriving until the light has but gone out.

For I am not done. I am not even begun.

My life has been in darkness,

But I am living in the light.

Every step I’m closer.

Soft and purposeful,

Magicians of the universe,

And teachers of my life.

May love take me places I know I may never belong.

For it will never be in vain and will I never be in vain.

For love can build bridges and bridges can build kingdoms, even if they rot and burn.

I am here.

I am true.

I am sentient.

I am frail

I am vulnerable.

I am steel.

I am waiting.

I am living.

I am beyond.

I am not in sync and tuning. I am above the life-less survival

I am truly just some arrows

As they motioned for the pedal 

And the reason to be right.